15 February 2017

Severus Alexander



When the leaves are blustering tirelessly

I hear them call out to me, so far away

Whose whisper begs my heart run to them and be free


Drawn in stupor are my thoughts to that yearned place

Far am I from the curves of her sandy bluffs

And longing to taste again the sea-spray






  • Author: Severus Alexander (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 15th, 2017 13:17
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 46


  • Severus Alexander

    1, 1. 2, 3. 10, 11. 6, 6. 1, 0. 6, 2. 10, 3. 4, 5. 1, 2. 5, 3. 3, 4. 1, 6. 0, 1. 7, 7.

  • Augustus

    Judging from your conversation with Damaged Soul, I haven't a clue as to the true nature of this enigmatic poem. Suffice to say that for me the "leaves calling" was a pleasing metaphor and I took it the speaker longed to return to the sea or near it.

    • Severus Alexander

      The nature of a poem can be subjective.. I would say that, whether this reminds you of my quiet summer haunt by the lakeshore, (Or as our exceptionally sharp colleague intuited, a more personal meaning) that it is intended to speak of pleasing things, and thus you are not far from the mark at all..

      • Augustus

        Thank you for your kind reply. I get so frustrated and feel like an ignoramos around writers who are so gifted. None the less I enjoy the challange of trying to interpret what is penned with such intelect. (I wish you guys would give more clues in the Author's notes.)

      • 1 more comment

      To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.